I resort to taking pictures with my iPhone when I don’t have much to say. It happens more often these days. Here I am again. Don’t get me wrong. I’m reading plenty and I watch many hours of news and punditry on TV. I have rewarding conversations via email with several friends. Cowboy is always …
Looking through photos for Father’s Day, I found this: Dear not-so-old Dad, Bob Robertson, right, aboard the Adventurous in Sausalito, California, maybe around 1962. I don’t know whether the photo was taken after a late night at the No Name Bar or as the crew prepared the scruffy little schooner to race George Draper, an …
For briefly escaping worries about pandemic, politics, water and wildfire, I am thankful for: Patrick O’Brian by day and Longmire by night … … birdwatching and walks in between … … the view west when the smoke has cleared … … fall colors … … company at hand … … and thanks to a delivery …
I am pretty sure of my memory: These two oceans racers, Baruna and Bolero, were berthed for a while in Sausalito in the mid-1960s. I used to stare at them in the yacht harbor, raking back my neck to look up their towering masts. They were long and shiny and well-maintained — and untouchable. I …
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